Third Poem For The Stapler Poem by Anna Moriarty Lev
Third Poem For The Stapler
Rating: ★4.3
The stapler teases me
as i sit at this desk.
he asks me, blankly,
mouth hanging open,
'what are you doing? '
i expect heavy breathing
to issue from the space
between his upper lip and lower jaw.
my hand twitches to grab him, squeeze him shut,
- resistance.
persistance.
the more days i don't think
don't think
don't think
don't think about...
Monday, September 12, 2005
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4/23/2024 4:24:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not bad at all. Light-hearted and witty!